The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
Often success comes down to decisions, travelling roads that have not been trodden before and taking “risks” without knowing what the outcome will be.
Today, I give you a poem that I first learned at the age of 19 and it has stayed with me since, as I see it as a metaphor for what success can be in our lives.
Jorge
The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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